Warning: suggestion of oral sex

667.
In the end, I didn’t vanish into dust, and I saved my own life.
I was kneeling between his legs, inwardly relieved to have survived that ordeal, yet I couldn’t shake the strange feeling that something wasn’t right.

 

668.
Did he drug me again?!
Why was it that, once I came back to my senses, I found myself kneeling?
And he dared to say he was a little candy?! This was anything but sweet!

 

669.
Gu Yiliang was sitting on the bed, head lowered, gently pinching my earlobe.
I lifted my gaze to look at him, and the instant our eyes met, I heard a faint hiss. Then his tongue slid, followed by another soft sigh.
His breath made me feel as if a startled deer were dashing through my chest, its hooves kicking up clouds of dust, and my thoughts raced chaotically.
— Don’t touch with teeth, don’t touch with teeth, don’t touch with teeth.
— This feels like I’m doing acrobatics.
— Like sword swallowing, just without cutting myself!
— The corners of my mouth are about to tear, my jaw’s going to dislocate, my TMJ’s about to give out, and if it goes any deeper, I’m going to vomit.
— Is this thing even edible?
— It’s way too tiring to take it all in; maybe it’s better just to lick the tip with the tongue and use my hand for the rest.
— Yeah, that’s easier.
— A little deeper, when my tongue brushes the frenulum, he really seems to enjoy that.
— He really likes it.
— I’m actually really talented at this, aren’t I?!
…

670.
Suddenly, he pinched my earlobe harder, pushed my head back, pulled me up toward him, and kissed me.
His lips were so soft, so tender. It wasn’t supposed to taste sweet, but it was impossibly sweet — his tongue slipping in, clashing with mine, retreating and advancing, with that faint trace of alcohol rising to my head, making me dizzy.
I could hardly control my urge to sink back down to my knees, but when he didn’t seem intent on finishing, I softly asked: “… You don’t want to anymore? Are you feeling unwell?”
He stared at me for a long moment, kissed me again, then lowered his eyes: “… I can’t.”
My heart clenched painfully, and I fell silent…
He had…
… Could it be something deeper, something unspeakable, like he needed to check into Apollo Hospital? (TN: a prestigious private hospital chain of Indian origin)
I hesitated, wondering what I could say that wouldn’t wound his masculine pride while reassuring him — and debating whether to warn him not to rely on Baidu to look up hospitals — when he pulled me into his arms and, with a serious voice, asked: “I don’t want to be the only one enjoying this. I want to help you too… to, um, make you feel good as well?”
Me: “?”
What?

 

671.
Well, in that case — what an excellent idea!

 

672.
“Out of respect, I’d better comply!” Afraid he might back out, I quickly flipped myself over and jumped onto the bed, motioning to him eagerly: “Come on, come, come!”
Him: “…”
I caught a glimpse of his expression — complicated and blank all at once — and remembered how stiff he’d been before, rigid enough you could’ve raised a flag on him. My enthusiasm immediately deflated: “Well, you don’t have to force yourself…”
He shook his head, stepped toward me: “I’m not forcing myself.”

 

673.
That familiar line again.
But this time, he didn’t say it with the air of some monumental decision. A strange feeling bloomed in my chest — was it really easier for him to nibble on me than to teach me acting or invite me to his home to see his cats?!
So I wasn’t the expert Gu?
So he’s actually… in the closet?
A resident of the magical kingdom of Narnia?
I looked at him with an expression just as complicated and blank, as he slowly began to unfasten my pants.

 

674.
【Player Wei Yanzi】Equipment -1
【Player Wei Yanzi】Equipment -1
【Player Wei Yanzi】HP +50
【Player Wei Yanzi】HP -50
【Player Wei Yanzi】HP -50
【Player Wei Yanzi】HP -50
【Player Wei Yanzi】HP -50
……

 

675.
“Brake! Brake right now! The deer just crashed into the tree, and I crashed into the deer!!”
Before my HP bar completely emptied, I barely managed to pull little Wei out of his mouth.
He looked at me, puzzled, and softly said: “It’s fine, I don’t feel forced.”
I was doubled over in pain, barely able to speak, and gasped out: “…I… I do feel forced…”
I had already been assaulted by his devastating magical attacks, but I never thought his physical attacks would be even more terrifying!
Was he torturing me with his teeth?! Biting is for unwrapping, not for taking things literally!
What terrible sin had I committed to deserve such punishment? Did I shatter the glass vase of the Empress Dowager?!
First my pelvis, then little Wei, and who knows — maybe next my backside. My karma is way too heavy!

 

676.
I thought he should be the one going to Apollo Hospital, but in the end it looked like I was the patient.
Gu Yiliang, eyes a little hazy from the alcohol, watched me trembling and twisting on the bed. Perhaps realizing what was going on, he bent down to pull me into his arms and patted my back.
But what good is patting my back?! Is that supposed to be some kind of energy transfer?!
I scolded him weakly: “…You, you, you…”
He faltered: “I-I should… practice a bit?”
Me, horrified: “…You want to… practice on me?”
He seemed displeased: “Then who else am I supposed to practice with?”
I was nearly in tears: “…Fine, practice, practice on me, whatever you want, I’ll allow it…”

 

677.
No one was left dancing in the air with coloured ribbons — I couldn’t dance anymore. If a rainbow appeared in the sky in the future, it would be Gu Yiliang training in my place.

 

678.
The car can’t move forward anymore. (TN: mentioning cars is a metaphor for having sex, to avoid censorship)
The two cars collided head-on with a loud crash, then rolled down the cliff and exploded into a pile of charred wreckage.
I don’t know if little Wei will ever recover from his injuries. I was curled up in a corner of the bathroom, tears in my eyes, water running down over me, washing away all the usual playful fun I had when pretending to cry during showers and calling myself dirty.
Gu Yiliang leaned against the doorframe, watching me with a face full of regret: “What if… I give you a massage?”
Me: “…”
Did he really think I was a broken TV that could be fixed just by tapping?!
I raised the shower-head in response.

 

679.
So there we were, both of us in the bathroom, showering together.
He, full of regret; me, heartbroken — no spark of passion or desire left between us, just the tacit understanding of an old married couple who had lost all interest.
With my head covered in foam, I asked him for the shower-head. He lifted the arm holding it and, without a word, was about to rinse me himself.
What the hell!
I hated when shampoo dripped into my eyes. I closed them for a second, but then I felt a hand press gently against my forehead.
I opened my eyes again to find Gu Yiliang’s face right in front of mine, far too close. His rounded forehead and stunning eyes were like a work of art etched straight into my vision.
One hand held the shower-head, rinsing me; the other shielded my forehead, protecting me from the suds running down.

 

680.
It felt like he was watering me.
I looked at him, and deep inside me, a broad-leafed plant sprouted rapidly toward the light, covering my mind in its greenery.
I tapped his arm: “Who am I?”
He blinked, puzzled: “Yanyan?”
Okay. I said: “Put the shower-head back, then lower your head.”
He did as I told him, and I kissed him.
His lips and tongue were so soft, his breath so warm. It reminded me of the cigarette he’d given me that night. I realized that everything involving the mouth seemed intoxicating — eating, drinking, smoking, kissing. Truly, I was a real scholar of the subject.
So we kissed again and again.

 

681.
The steam slowly climbed the windows all around, as if they were wrapped in a light veil.
We hugged, pressed against each other, kissed, and, as expected, a certain thing pressed against me again. Little Wei struggled to get up as well, murmuring, ‘Help me up, try to support me!’
Gu Yiliang pressed his lips together, lowered his gaze, and held me close without trying to pull away.
Hiss — I wasn’t ready to turn to ashes at all, and I looked at him hesitantly.
Me: “What if…”
Him: “What if…”
We fell silent at the same time.
Me: “With the legs?”
Him: “With the hands?”
Again, we stayed quiet.

 

682.
I lost! And I even sold myself out!
I turned my back in frustration and leaned against the wall. He chuckled softly, placed his hand on my waist, positioned something aroused between my legs, while his other hand caressed my unlucky little Wei, then lowered his head to kiss my neck.
Really, I had lost, and I felt so weak. I placed my hand over his, following his movements, then grabbed his hand on my waist and bit his fingers in anger.
He seemed delighted, chuckled a few times, and then used his fingers to tease my tongue.
The steam in my eyes formed and dispersed, my body seemed coated in mist or sweat, our bodies collided and rubbed together for an unknown length of time, until finally, we released into a whirlwind of chaos.

 

683.
After taking a second shower together and lying down on the bed, my mind was completely foggy.
I had drunk a lot and had to endure this ordeal. I hadn’t vomited, but I had gone through an emotional and physical whirlwind. As soon as my head touched the soft pillow, the intoxication hit me even stronger.
Feeling a little dizzy, I pinched the bridge of my nose, and before I could continue, Gu Yiliang reached toward me.
I was completely in a haze, and he didn’t seem much better. He furrowed his brows deeply, lying on his back, and awkwardly placed a hand on my forehead, massaging my temples.
I turned him onto his side: “It’ll be more comfortable if you sleep on your side.”
He shook his head and returned to his back: “…I can’t swallow the alcohol in my mouth, sleeping facing you might disturb you.”
Oh, this was him — the one who wanted to kiss me earlier? The one who didn’t want to stop kissing me? Who couldn’t stop kissing who just now?— I think it was me.
I nearly choked on my own thought, then pulled him toward me, shifting slightly on the pillow until I was pressed against his chest: “There, that won’t bother you anymore.”
He turned his head toward me, nodded in compromise, and placed his other hand on me, pulling me a little closer into his arms.

 

684.
It was so warm, so soft.
And it had nothing to do with sugar; it was all about him.

 

685.
Before falling asleep, we always need to talk a bit, right? I remembered his strange behaviour at the banquet table, so I asked: “If you can’t drink, why did you drink so much?”
“Because…” He paused his temple massage, suspiciously, “…If you don’t drink and I don’t drink, where will we put the good Chinese liquor?”
Me: “…If you’re not drunk, and I’m not drunk, who will sleep on the sidewalk?”
Him: “A sincere-hearted person, that’s really good. Come, kiss me.”
Me: “…Okay, okay, okay.”
I kissed him.
Him: “Drinking day and night, means a bright future?”
Me: “…Drinking day and night, living long and happy?”
Him: “Correct, well done, come, kiss me.”
Me: “…Okay, okay, okay.”
I kissed him again.
Him: “Feelings run deep…”
Me: “Enough, you’ve said enough!”

 

686.
I almost let myself be charmed by his sweet words!
I tugged lightly at his cheek: “You… aren’t jealous, are you?”
He paused slightly, let out a small “hm,” and then asked: “…Is this not okay?”
I was struck by the sweetness of this attack, my heart floating in a warm syrup just slightly hotter than my body temperature, and before I could catch my breath and speak, he said: “—It’s not right, but I can’t help it, I think it’s become irreversible.”

 

687.
Well, what a sweet and gentle attack — I’m dead.

 

688.
I reached out to wrap my arms around his waist, he lowered his head and kissed my forehead. I looked up at him, he smiled, I smiled back, and then he kissed me.
Everything flowed like a calm, smooth, seamless sea.
Me: “Good night.”
Him: “Sweet dreams.”

 

Translator : DarNan